When you forget the vicissitudes of history, you become the greatest sinner.
Speaking of this, we have to think back to Darnassus ten thousand years ago. In the ancient era, in a battle called the Well of Eternity, the Evil Demon Hunter Udian was like a dazzling pearl that appeared out of nowhere and changed the legend of the elves.
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At the foot of the flaming mountain, smoke was rising from the chimneys. Udian's soldiers started to cook for the first battle before going to sleep.
With the afterglow of the setting sun, we could see the fat prey being picked up one by one and rolling in the bonfire. The fragrant seasoning was sprinkled on the fresh meat. After a short while, the quiet fire road was filled with a fragrant fragrance.
She was drooling and couldn't stop herself. She sniffed and said to Carl,
"Your Highness, the meal is ready!"
Carl looked up at Faschi and said,"
"I'm not hungry, let the soldiers eat first!”After saying that, he buried his head in the depths of the map.
Hearing this, Faschi grabbed the map and said,"
"Stand up, Your Highness. After eating and drinking to their fill, the orioles could only sing more happily!”
As the sun set and the moon rose, the mortal world was lost. There were more gatherings and less separation. The whole residence was in good health. Under the bright moonlight, under the mood of homesickness, the wide flame road was filled with parting sorrow. The clear breeze blew the new gray mud to the foot of the flaming mountain, bringing endless memories to the refreshing thread.
In a moment, a faint sound began to shake, first faint, then light, then urgent, and finally," He actually heard the neighing of warhorses.
The distance was getting shorter and shorter, and the sound was getting more and more urgent. The deafening sound of the hooves was like a boeing 747, shaking the larks in the forest and sending them flying in all directions.
At this time, the Blood Elf Prince Carl was leading his soldiers to ambush in the dense tropical plants. Its long ears flapped back and forth, and its wise eyes were lively as it nervously watched the enemy that was about to appear.
His clothes were completely soaked, and his small forehead was covered in sweat. The insects were excited. The man's unique smell of sweat was like a grand dinner, attracting their long tentacles.
The mosquitoes, bugs, ants, mantises, and longicorn beetles all used all their skills to leave precious marks on Carl's body.
They were biting on Karl's buttocks, biting on his arms, tearing at him with their mouths, and grunting with their teeth. They hovered above Karl's head like a hateful Burning Legion, glaring at the Blood Elf Prince who was lying in ambush in the forest.
Bursts of numbness, itchiness, and pain were transmitted directly into Carl's brain from the nerve center. He could only grit his teeth and endure the moans that were about to come out.
"Damn, vitality has already spread from the temple to here?”
"Damned Lark!"
With his actions completely restrained, Karl could only use words to express his strong protest. However, the young Blood Elf Prince had not experienced too many battles!
Just like what Udian said, Karl needed time to grow and he needed a stage to show himself.
At the end of the flaming road, the Naga Siren, Faski's camp, and the royal guards became the main characters of the script. These green-skinned monsters cultivated both magic and martial arts, and they had strong defensive abilities. They were proficient in water warfare.
"Eternal Night Elf,
The powerful Evil Demon Hunter.
Under your guidance,
The Blood Elves,
Towards the trajectory of history,
He kept moving forward.
We avoided the tears of heaven,
We escaped from the world of war,
We live in outer lands,
We rise in the temple,
We will defeat the Burning Legion,
He ruled the entire Outer Azeroth.
The melodious hymn blew away the new history and brought the shining stars to the wide road of flames. In the distance, the charming night was still calling for the swaying shrubs. In the silent Milky Way, countless magic torches entered Carl's sight.
It danced continuously, forming a single line, like a fire snake that could swallow everything in the world at any time.
As the troops got closer, the flames became brighter, and the vision became clearer. The sulfur flag fluttering in the wind and the mixed ranks of the troops could be seen clearly.
The one in the front was the flag bearer. He was tall and strong, and he was probably a famous warrior of the Shadow Council. Behind the flag was Jovan's adjutant, the commander of the team. Behind the commander were the elites of the Shadow Council, the Shadow Sorcerers. Behind the Shadow Sorcerers was a long and narrow military formation.
There were simple and honest warriors, ghostly bandits, knowledgeable mages, and brave knights. The battle formation was intertwined, and warriors weaved in and out, making the young Blood Elf Prince tremble in fear.
They had the advantage in numbers, endless strength, discipline in advance and retreat, and both offense and defense. Could such an iron-blooded army be a soft persimmon in his sleeping memory that could be easily crushed?
It was obviously absurd that the elves in the temple would still stay in their slumbering memories after the incident.
Will we be defeated? Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down the ground like glass marbles.
Will we be defeated? A breath of cold air was stuck in his throat like a fish bone, causing his lips to turn pale.
Will we be defeated? His heart was beating wildly, his pulse was fluctuating, and his entire lungs were burning like fire.
Will we be defeated? Carl looked up at the starry sky. The bright spots in the night sky gathered into a beautiful star map, reflecting two words: calm.
Calm down, calm down, you must calm down
Karl widened his eyes and clenched his fists. He glared at the Shadow Council that passed by him.
One, two, ten, a hundred, the wise eyes watched the Shadow Council step onto the road of death until all the soldiers disappeared into the sea of people.
In the vast land, who was the master of the ups and downs? On the path of flames under the moonlight, only the hymns of the elves recorded everything in history.
"Roar,
Night Elves.
Roar,
Brave warrior,
In this era of war and strife,
Take your weapons,
As for the Demon Hunter,
Go forward bravely..."
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